“I would rather have eyes that cannot see;
ears that cannot hear;
lips that cannot speak,
then a heart that cannot love.”
You… Me… contemplate… celebrate…
If you love me…
Tell me so…
And if you tell me…
Love me so….
A bell is not a bell… until you ring it…
A song is not a song… until you sing it…
The love that is in you… wasn’t put there to stay…
Love isn’t love… until you give it away…
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep…
William Butler Yeats
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light…
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I expect to pass this way but once;
any good therefore that I can do,
or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature,
let me do it now.
Let me not defer or neglect it,
for I shall not pass this way again.
Any man’s death diminishes me
because I am involved in mankind;
and therefore never send to know
for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.
She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see,
except standing there leaning
on the balcony railing,
holding the universe together.
—J. D. Salinger
Once upon a time, there was a boy
who loved a girl, and her laughter
was a question he wanted
to spend his whole life answering.
Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child,
Listen to the DON’TS
Listen to the SHOULDN’TS
The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON’TS
Listen to the NEVER HAVES
Then listen close to me—
Anything can happen, child,
ANYTHING can be.
When I reflect upon my life… on ambitions buried in disappointment… on joyful celebrations… on moments of bright awareness… and troubling darkness … Finding and losing… reaching life’s cupboard… and finding it bare… life is a crazy quilt of things ending… before they had time to begin… and then at night… I pull the covers up high… and close my eyes… dreaming of things… that are but illusions in the dark… waking with the morning sun… to new promises and bold insights… with bright hopes birthing… that are more hopeful in the light… There are such times…